Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Yan Zhen nodded, as if he had taken his advice to heart: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two returned to the ward. Shen Que was in a daze when he caught a glimpse of someone coming in. He turned his head and his gaze fell on Yan Zhen, instantly turning fierce.

In front of Chen Yuan, Yan Zhen awkwardly shrank back a bit.

Chen Yuan walked over and blocked her way without making a sound. He took out his phone and typed a message in the notes app for Shen Que, first informing him of the current situation, and then offering to take over the management of the company.

Shen Que had just secured a project some time ago, and he knew very well that the company couldn't be left unmanaged at this time. In addition, he trusted Chen Yuan, so he agreed without thinking. Then he called Huang Guilan and asked her to take Chen Yuan home to get the seal.

Chen Yuan was worried about leaving Yan Zhen here: "Let my sister-in-law go home and get it for me. Isn't Xiao An at home too? There can't be no adults at home."

Huang Guilan, unaware of his thoughts, said, "It's alright, I'll go back and get it. I need to pack my things for the hospital anyway. Could you give me a ride?"

After she said that, Chen Yuan had no choice but to give up. Before leaving, he gave Yan Zhen a wink where Shen Que couldn't see.

Yan Zhen nodded almost imperceptibly, indicating that he could rest assured.

After Huang Guilan and Chen Yuan left, only the two of them remained in the ward.

Shen Que immediately revealed his fierce side and struggled to get out of bed.

But his whole body was numb and painful, and he couldn't muster any strength. All he could do was slur his words and curse, "Jiang Yunong, you poisonous woman, you slut!"

You'll fucking die a horrible death!

"You wait, I'll definitely kill you! If I don't, I'll change my surname to yours!"

Yan Zhen crossed his arms and looked at him calmly, his expression mocking as if he were watching a clown jumping around.

After he had finished cursing and was tired of it, she slowly walked to the bedside, sat down in the chair, and lazily raised one leg and put it on the edge of the bed—and incidentally stepped on the IV tube.

Shen Que stared wide-eyed as he watched the IV drip back into the bloodstream. He immediately and clumsily tried to sweep Yan Zhen's leg away.

But as soon as he made a move, Yan Zhen grabbed his arm.

"Honey, don't move around. Look, the blood is flowing back." Yan Zhen said with a smile. She tore off the tape securing the IV needle and slowly pulled it out, her movements tender and affectionate.

But the next moment, she suddenly turned the IV needle around and plunged it into Shen Que's palm, piercing his hand through.

Shen Que let out a bloodcurdling scream—

Hearing the commotion, the nurse pushed open the ward door and rushed in, only to be nearly hit by a flying water glass.

She dodged to the side and saw the patient's family members hiding to the side, their faces full of fear, while the patient, clutching his bleeding hand, frantically grabbed whatever he could get his hands on and threw it at his family members, all the while muttering incoherent curses.

He was already uncoordinated due to the aftereffects of the electric shock, and now, in his frenzy, he was completely irrational. His expression was ferocious, his eyes trembled, and the veins on his neck bulged. He quickly fell headfirst off the bed.

Finally, the nurses and doctors held Shen Que down and gave him a sedative to calm him down.

The ward returned to quiet, and Yan Zhen picked up the things scattered on the floor and put them back in their original places.

After doing all that, she tucked the blanket around Shen Que and said, "Shen Que, you have to get better."

Shen Que was still relatively conscious. His eyelids twitched. Although he couldn't hear, he knew from Yan Zhen's sinister expression that what the other party was saying was not a good thing.

He forced out a few words through gritted teeth: "What exactly... do you want?"

Yan Zhen took his hand and wrote a line of words clearly and slowly in his palm.

"I want you to die."

-

Shen Que stayed in the hospital for more than a month.

During this period, Yan Zhen would visit him from time to time.

To outsiders, every time Yan Zhen appeared in the ward, Shen Que would fly into a rage within ten minutes, yelling and smashing things.

Unfortunately, his injuries hadn't healed yet, and he was slow to react and had difficulty moving around. After an attack, he was often the one who ended up covered in injuries.

Yan Zhen, the target of his anger, always left the hospital with a gloomy expression.

Only Shen Que himself knew that every time that woman came, she deliberately provoked and angered him, choosing to humiliate and torment him when no one else was around, using all sorts of methods.

After provoking him into a rage, you have to act like a victim, making people think that he is the one who is being unreasonable.

Shen Que was like someone who had swallowed a bitter pill, unable to express his suffering.

After this happened several times, even Chen Yuan, who came to the hospital to report on the company's operations, began to complain.

"Can't you just shut up? Everyone in the ward knows you have a bad temper and that you beat your wife," Chen Yuan said, frowning. "Aren't you ashamed?"

Shen Que's hearing had recovered a little, and he could hear about 20% of what was being said. He said with a stern face, "I didn't hit her, she hit me!"

As he spoke, he awkwardly rolled up his sleeves, showing Chen Yuan the bruises on his arm that Yan Zhen had given him: "That woman is very cunning, don't be fooled by her."

Chen Yuan instinctively wanted to refute, but he was worried that speaking up for Yan Zhen at this time would arouse Shen Que's suspicion and be detrimental to the later plans, so he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Let's not talk about that, you should take your medicine."

Chen Yuan picked up the medicine from the bedside table and handed it to Shen Que, watching him take it, and then patiently waited for half an hour.

It wasn't until Shen Que felt a bit sleepy after the medication took effect that Chen Yuan took out a document: "By the way, this is the informed consent form for the project application. Take a look, and sign it if there are no problems."

Shen Que yawned repeatedly, quickly glanced at the first few pages of the document, and found no problems. He simply flipped to the last page and signed his name.

As soon as he finished signing, Chen Yuan quickly put the documents away and said, "You get some rest. I'll come see you another day."

After quickly leaving the hospital, Chen Yuan made a phone call to Yan Zhen.

"Shen Que signed the share transfer agreement."

Yan Zhen raised an eyebrow: "So smoothly?"

Chen Yuan paused, then lowered his voice: "He trusts me."

Yan Zhen sensed the guilt in his words and immediately shifted his focus: "Chen Yuan, thank you. If we can successfully get a divorce, An'an and I will remember your kindness for the rest of our lives. You made me believe that there are still good people in this world and that kind people will be rewarded."

Chen Yuan was indeed comforted, and his tone became lighter: "You're exaggerating—wait for my good news."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zhen, contrary to her previous tearful gratitude, expressionlessly put her phone back in her bag and looked at Fu Yao across the table—

It's the weekend, and Fu Yao invited her out for dinner.

"Who called you?" Fu Yao asked curiously.

The two had kept in touch during this time, and she vaguely knew that Yan Zhen was not a simple person.

But seeing that she had one expression while on the phone and another after hanging up, changing at a speed comparable to the face-changing act in Sichuan opera, she still couldn't help but marvel.

“My husband’s best friend,” Yan Zhen said. “We conspired together to transfer my husband’s shares to my name so that he would leave with nothing.”